Impact

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Book: Read Impact for Free Online
Authors: Cassandra Carr
Tags: Erótica
want to push his luck. He needed Jessica underneath him. Now.
    The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. He pushed the buttons for their floors and spun, capturing her around the waist. He lifted her to fit her pussy against his crotch. “Can you feel what you do to me, Jess?”
    “Wow, you’re…” she got out in a breathless whisper. Her face flamed.
    He lifted an eyebrow. “I’m…”
    “Big. I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
    “Oh, I think this is a very good idea,” he countered. “But don’t worry. By the time I get my cock inside your pussy it’ll be so wet I’ll slide right in.” She made a strangled sound and he smiled. “You all right, darlin’?”
    “I’m not used to guys talking to me like this. It’s—well, it’s hot.” Her eyes were glazed over with lust and he couldn’t wait to see how they changed when he took her to orgasm.
    “Get used to it. I like to talk during sex.”
    “Oh God.”
    The elevator dinged, signaling her floor. He lowered her reluctantly. Swinging his arm out to hold the door open, he told her, “I gotta grab some stuff. I’ll be down in a few minutes. Be ready for me.”
    “Ready?”
    “Naked.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and let the elevator door close on her shocked face. As much as he’d wanted to say “naked, on your knees”, she had no idea he was a Dom and he didn’t want to scare the hell out of her first thing.
    He practically sprinted to his room and then grabbed a change of clothes, a box of condoms and a tube of lube. She’d said she wasn’t very experienced, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to push her a little. His brain was doing its best to short-circuit as the possibilities flitted by in carnal images in his head. He shoved everything in a small duffel bag—not unlike his toy bag at home, but nowhere near as much fun—and let himself out of the room.
    When he arrived at her door, he knocked softly. A moment later the door cracked open and her head, with those awesome, wild corkscrew curls, came around the frame. He couldn’t help but grin. “Gonna let me in?” She slowly backed up enough to let him by and then leaned against the door. He dropped his bag and turned. She was wearing one of the robes provided by the hotel, her bare feet and legs visible below the hem. “Lose the robe.”
    She swallowed and he watched her throat work. Why did her nervousness turn him on so much?
    I must be one sick fuck…
    “Aren’t you going to undress too?”
    “Not just yet.” When she hesitated, he continued. “Let’s get this party started. Either do it or I’ll come over there and do it for you. Your choice, darlin’.”
    Her hands went to the tie on the robe. “Okay, but—”
    “But nothing. Dammit, Jess, I’m gettin’ tired of the ‘I don’t measure up’ routine. I’ve been a walking hard-on since the minute I met you. Now let me see what’s got me salivating like a dog.” She dropped her robe and he groaned. “Fuck me, baby, you’re perfect.” He reached her in two strides and sank to his knees, fitting his lips around one plump breast and sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could, which left plenty to spare for his hand to squeeze. Jessica gasped and clasped his head in her hands, holding him in place. The little mewling sounds she made as he licked and sucked were driving him wild. His cock was currently doing its best to drain the blood from the rest of his body and he began to feel lightheaded. Finally he pulled back.
    She was panting. “Conner, you…” Before she could voice the rest of her thought he picked her up and carried her to the bed, stripping back the comforter and sheets before lowering her onto the middle of the mattress. He followed right behind and plunged his hands into her hair to guide her head while he feasted on her mouth. Running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, he coaxed her to open. She did, and he immediately dove inside, savoring the taste of

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